“He-hey, Phil!” Five waved nervously at his manager. Sweat flooded his entire face as guilt filled his entire being. “Didn’t see ya there. What’s happening?”


“You mind telling me why there was a queue at the counter and no one behind it?” The man asked, his finger impatiently tapping his crossed arm.


“Uhhh, sorry I-we just had an, uh. Emergency?” Five shrugged, not even convincing himself.


Phil sighed as his forehead fell into his hand. “Yeah, I guess it was an emergency if Miko there has been screaming her head out about… Coming? Coming where, young lady?”


“I. Uhh…” The girl didn’t know what else to say, but her red face said it all.


“Do we really need to have this talk again, you two?”


“Uhh. Noooo?” The two teens said in unison. It was then that Five noticed a janitor’s cart standing right behind his boss and two of every cleaning tool and product.


“Good. Because instead, you two are gonna clean every inch of this back area, including the bathrooms. Nobody goes home until there’s nothing left in there I can see with a blacklight